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[Is there any intersection between Titans and Norse gods?

Without going through the information, even Bruce Wayne would never have thought that the Son of Titan would have any intersection with the Norse gods.

"Here, get off."

The brakes were stepped on, and with the crazy friction of tires and the ground, the body of the super sports car shining in the sun finally disappeared from the roar.

"Oh oh."

Barry Allen, who was in a daze all the way, nodded, got out of the car and followed Bruce Wayne into the private jet that had been waiting here for a long time.

"Cool~"

"So where are we going now? Kansas?"

For the first time in his life, he boarded one of the world's top richest private jets, and Barry Allen was full of excitement.

Although he didn't know why Bruce Wayne asked him if he knew Greek mythology, he could be sure that this private jet was definitely not flying to Gotham.

"Yes, go to Kansas and meet another person on our team."

Bruce Wayne looked at the white clouds outside the window and took a sip of the wine.

"who is it?"

"Diana, the Greek demigod."

After drinking a glass of wine, Alfred, the butler in the base, has sent all the books and materials about Greek and Nordic myths that he can collect to Bruce's laptop.

The sheer size and variety of names made Bruce Wayne a headache.

Even though he has a memory and ability far beyond ordinary people, it is not easy to eat this set of materials in a short time.

With more exposure to the dark side of this world and more and more battles, Bruce Wayne had to admit what the lunatic said to him after all..

The more scheming a person is, the more he will fail in the unexpected.

People have their limits after all.

Not to mention it, just take the destruction day event not long ago.

Both Superman and Diana can play two tricks against the monster Doomsday, only he appears weak.

Powerless enough to be like a soy saucer, the only function may be to provide Superman with the krypton javelin that stabbed the day of destruction.

Although no one said that about him, Bruce knew it well.

As he grows older, his agility and response have begun to decline.

In other words, all aspects of his body's functions have declined to varying degrees compared to the peak period when he was young.

"Need my help?"

Barry Allen's voice interrupted Bruce Wayne's thinking.

"I mean, we are in a team now, so it should be normal for team members to help each other, right?"

Bruce Wayne's gaze was oppressive, and Barry Allen hurriedly spread his hands to expound his point of view, avoiding misunderstandings.

"To be honest, I'm quite good at dealing with this kind of thing."

"Of course." Bruce Wayne pushed the laptop in front of Barry Allen.

Whoosh!

Ling Ling's wind whizzed past, stroking the ends of Bruce Wayne's hair.

The moment the ice cubes were poured into the glass, along with the bubbles, there was also Barry Allen's confident face: "Done."

"I took a look at the part you marked, you should be looking for possible similarities between them?"

Barry Allen spread his hands and pushed the notebook back in front of Bruce Wayne.

"You know, my superpower is speed. This speed is not only the speed of running, but also the speed of my reading, the speed of my thinking, and the speed of my hands."

Under Bruce Wayne's watch, Barry Allen talks freely.

"Oh, by the way, I actually have to declare that I am not fast at all in certain things. On the contrary, my time should be quite long. You know, this kind of thing can be controlled by me... ."

Perhaps it was Bruce Wayne's gaze that made the sensitive Barry Allen feel that something was wrong, and out of defending his dignity as a man, he explained it to himself again.

The explanation is easy to understand.

"Wow, this is really...a very convenient superpower."

Bruce Wayne raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell from Barry Allen to the computer screen.

He suddenly felt that this wine was not as good as before.

"Thank you." Barry Allen sipped Lafite in the cup, accepting Bruce Wayne's appreciation.

This is the first time he has drunk a red wine of such a long age. This is how it feels to drink it...just that way.

Barry Allen pursed his mouth, desperately wanting to pour half a bottle of Sprite in.

Text Chapter 250 Wasteland Wolf

"Oh...yes...yes...ce on...his...oh yes..."

The door that hadn't been closed was pierced by a sound of friction back and forth. When the feast was in love, Diana, who passed through Room 404, smiled and shook her head, and closed the door for the three people in the room.

Before closing the door, she also vaguely heard a certain majestic voice in the door asking with a little bit of teasing: Is it still skinless?

Then, the door closed.

The ears were immediately cleared.

The folk style of this hotel is really simple.

"Here, it's here, Beckett's room." After taking Diana around two more bends, Mera, who returned to her room and put on a white tulle, knocked on the front door.

"Tuk tu tu..."

After a while, no one answered in the room.

"Becket? Are you there? This is Mera."

"Baker—"